just ended a short call with yogi. short enough for me to control my tears, before i bawl my eyes over the phone. i would have sounded super dumb, but hey, it's yogi bear. my dearest sec 1 class monitor. )):

and now, im bawling my eyes out while typing this out.

this stupid ass is going to move over to america tomorrow and i can't make it. probably, this would have been better? so that i won't cry like mad when i see him enter the departure hall, with his parents. but of course, the disadvantages of not going would be that i won't be able to give him a hug that is.

thank you for the times when we stood firm for one another against this girl in sec 1.
thank you for the times when we were having fun laughing like mad in the prefects room.
thank you for the times when you were there for me to bawl my eyes out.
thank you for the times when you kept disturbing me and this another guy.
thank you for the times when you laughed at a cold joke and we all laugh at your laughter and not the joke
thank you for the times when you were there to teach me my homework.
thank you for the times when you taught us how to scold people in very very profound english.
thank you for the times at the corridor early in the morning before school starts, where we will be listening to your iRiver with your old school songs.
thank you for being twittish with me

thank you for everything. (:

words cant really say how much i lub you. but i guess there's a limit to everything. *hugs

hope you get a blonde chick as a girlfriend.
hope you dont get laid on your prom over there. *smirks. HAHA. you said you wouldnt anyway!
hope you'll be back fast. during the hols so we can go out and take a chill pill.

you'll always be remembered and missed and lubbed.

:(

okay fine, <3